Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.

Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers.

He that is respectless in his courses oft sells his reputation at cheap market.

If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick

Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain: Suns that set may rise again; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys.

There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.

Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.